Rohit's Realm - March 2005
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March 20, 2005
Although the seemingly incredulous and often times, surreal, events of the past four years have completely succeeded in leaving me in a perpetual state of disbelief, disillusion, and discombobulation, current events seem to only exacerbate my dark disenchantment with the political system of this country and those who perpetuate it. While the 2004 election brought shock, and the recent developments regarding evolution in schools, outrage, tonight's news regarding the passage of Congressional legislation supporting Terri Schiavo's right to live
simply makes me wonder whether I've been watching a terrible movie for the last few years - a movie that just won't end and keeps getting worse.
March 27, 2005
Although I've always had my reservations about the policy of preemption advocated by the U.S. government in recent years, I cannot completely dismiss it as devoid of any merit. How's that, you might ask? After all, not taking preemptive action was probably the reason we (as a world) made it through the Cold War, right? So how can you not denounce this policy? Easy. I've found an application for it: the War on Bullshit.
March 01, 2005
Living on the infamous Telegraph Avenue in the nefarious City of Berkeley has both positive and negative aspects to it. The negatives overwhelmingly come to mind: bums threatening suicide on the streets at 4 am and thus disturbing your sleep; the almost unbearable stench of urine and feces that one must confront when entering or leaving on any given day and at any given time; and of course, the dicey walks home on weekend nights with crazy assholes looking to sell you crack and other goodies. So where in this cesspool of human debris do I find the positive? One word: the chance at retribution. Welcome to the post you've all been waiting for: the one in which Rohit flips out at a homeless person. No holds barred. Parental discretion advised.
March 13, 2005
Despite my fine-tuned eye for all things poseur, it was brought to my attention yesterday that I had completely missed a crucial development in poseur-land, which now requires my unrestrained commentary. Interestingly enough, when Phil pointed out that he had recently noticed a lot of poseur idiots walking around Clark Kerr with popped collars and asked me why I hadn't yet ripped these fools, I noted the extent to which I had completely ignored this phenomenon. Although I had perhaps seen it subconsciously several times, I had never stopped to think how stupid it looks. Well, there's a first time for everything.
